Thursday, October 10, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
It happens just like they say. You wake up one morning thinking, “I can’t keep living this way.” By the time you go to bed that night, you have a whole new life planned. By the next morning, you are giving in your resignation at school; booking plane tickets for an extended summer vacation with the kids where you can think about the next step; giving the landlord the standard 30 days notice; returning to the apartment to downsize all material possessions, saying good bye to what you thought would be your life's plan.
Then you move to a one room cabin on an organic farm where you start a school, join a cooperative of women dyers, build an art studio, plant a garden, swim in the ocean, bathe under the stars, begin using all that patois you’ve learned over the last three years, stop taking potable water for granted, make peace (again) with the ants, learn patience, realize there are giant spiders on this island, hear drumming with ancient roots in the distant villages each night, gossip with the neighbors, learn to identify stinging nettle, chase goats over the hills, have long conversations with the breeze, drink breadfruit juice, realize that you still have too much stuff, use flashlights to walk home at night, make friends with fireflies, become a better mother, begin to heal, remember how to live.